No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave;
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand

Between their loved homes and the war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land

Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto "In God is our trust": And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

JULIA WARD HOWE

MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:

He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;

He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword:

His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling

camps;

They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;

I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;

His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel:

"As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal;

Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,

Since God is marching on."

He hath sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;

He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:

Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!

Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,

With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and

me:

As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men

free,

While God is marching on.

HAIL, COLUMBIA

JOSEPH HOPKINSON

HAIL, Columbia, happy land!
Hail, ye heroes, heav'n-born band,

Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, And, when the storm of war was gone, Enjoy'd the peace your valor won.

Let independence be our boast,
Ever mindful what it cost;
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.

Firm, united, let us be,
Rallying round our liberty;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find.

Immortal patriots, rise once more;
Defend your rights, defend your shore!
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Invade the shrine where sacred lies,
Of toil and blood, the well-earned prize.
While off'ring peace, sincere and just,
In Heav'n we place a manly trust,
That truth and justice will prevail,
And ev'ry scheme of bondage fail.

Firm, united, etc.

Sound, sound the trump of Fame!
Let Washington's great name

Ring through the world with loud applause,
Ring through the world with loud applause,
Let every clime to Freedom dear,
Listen with a joyful ear.

With equal skill, and godlike power,
He governed in the fearful hour
Of horrid war; or guides, with ease,
The happier times of honest peace.
Firm, united, etc.

Behold the chief, who now commands,
Once more to serve his country, stands
The rock on which the storm will beat,
The rock on which the storm will beat;
But, armed in virtue firm and true,
His hopes are fix'd on Heav'n and you.
When hope was sinking in dismay,
And glooms obscur'd Columbia's day,
His steady mind, from changes free,
Resolv'd on death or Liberty.

Firm, united, etc.

ADDITIONAL VERSES

Written by Oliver Wendell Holmes at the request of the Committee for the Constitutional Centennial Celebration at Philadelphia, 1887

Look our ransomed shores around,
Peace and safety we have found!

Welcome, friends who once were foes! Welcome, friends who once were foes, To all the conquering years have gained, A nation's rights, a race unchained!

Children of the day new-born,
Mindful of its glorious morn,
Let the pledge our fathers signed
Heart to heart forever bind!

While the stars of heaven shall burn,

While the ocean tides return,

Ever may the circling sun

Find the Many still are One!

Graven deep with edge of steel,
Crowned with Victory's crimson seal,

All the world their names shall read!
All the world their names shall read,
Enrolled with his, the Chief that led
The hosts whose blood for us was shed.
Pay our sires their children's debt,
Love and honor, nor forget
Only Union's golden key
Guards the Ark of Liberty!

While the stars, etc.

Hail, Columbia! strong and free,
Throned in hearts from sea to sea!

Thy march triumphant still pursue! Thy march triumphant still pursue With peaceful stride from zone to zone, Till Freedom finds the world her own!